“…… Listening to the gongs and drums beating on the soles of my feet, the club sang "Mu Guiying"

Look at the canopy boat carrying the dowry, whose family's grandmother wants to pass through the door

A year of hard work is not easy, farewell to the old and welcome the new, but I hope that the world will be peaceful, abundant, full of food and clothing, and longevity. ”

There is a small road between the two yellow rice fields, and there is a seventeen or eight-year-old girl on the road who is bouncing forward with a flower carving in her arms, humming a little song that she learned from the city called Huazi, and she looks very happy! Dad said that there was a guest tonight, and he was able to treat him with good wine. The book says that "things gather by like, people by groups", my father is a beautiful man, my mother is a big beauty, and the guests who want to come to my father and mother must not be far behind! She thought to herself, and her mouth was followed by two "tsk" sounds, and the hot and moist tongue was put on her lips back and forth, licking away the blood oozing from the frozen crack, and the aftertaste was fishy and sweet.

At the end of the path is a house with white walls and black tiles, not big or small, suitable for a family of three. A grape trellis was erected in front of the house, and if a snake was wrapped around it to steal grapes to eat in the summer, she would hit it with a slingshot, and pick it up and give it to her mother to stew. Under the grape trellis there is a stone table with three stone benches, and at this time a man in a famous indigo dress sits at this time. The girl saluted him and shouted "Daddy" before entering the house.

"Coming back?" As soon as the door opened, a question was raised.

"Yes. Mother, why hasn't she woken up yet? The girl carefully put the wine on the table and glanced at the people on the bed. It was a little beggar her age, frozen on the side of the road early in the morning. She hesitated, but picked it up and saved her life.

"Mian'er, go and bring the ginger soup and feed her."

"Okay." The girl smiled in response, and jumped to the kitchen again.

Her mother is really a big beauty, with a melon seed face, moth eyebrows, and apricot eyes. Gentle as the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, like the oil paper umbrella leaning on the ground in the drizzle, like the thousand-petal pear blossom painted on the oil paper umbrella......

This gentle woman pinched the embroidery needle and rubbed it twice in her hair, her eyes locked on the girl's petite body and looked away, full of pity inside, and there was a faint trace of sadness. After a trance, he buried his head again and continued to sew and mend the torn clothes for the little beggar on the bed.

"Comb." Suddenly, someone outside the house called softly. Her hand tightened, and a drop of blood squeezed out of her fingertips. Reflective in the mouth, a strong fishy smell lingers between the teeth. She trembled and cut the silk thread with the cold, packed her things, and walked out the door.

The wind blew and lifted her temples. Seeing the indigo in front of him, the unknown sadness became deeper and deeper.

"It's cold, won't Brother Cong go into the house to rest?" An understatement.

"Take your sleep with you! This is what I owe to their family, and I ...... you Independent. ”

Independent? She stared at her, smiled wryly and shook her head, the sadness in her eyes not diminished.

"Mian'er is young, can you bear to see her die tragically under the sword?"

"It's her life!" Comb Ruo was angry, and there was a little resentment in his tone, but the black shadow cast by the bangs instantly ignited a little tears.

The man got up and walked slowly in front of her. Reaching out to hold her face, she removed the tears hidden from the corners of her eyes, both distressed and helpless, "Why bother? ”

Ji Comruo closed his eyes, opened them again, and smiled at her. There is no tenderness in his eyes, and he is resolute, "Comb Ruo only asked." Is this debt owed by the husband to the Tianyue family, or is it the Manluo girl alone? ”

Cong Ming was stunned.

"I know. Over the years, my husband has always loved Miss Manro, and if it weren't for my longing for Mian'er, I am afraid you would have gone with her. Since you understand the suffering of your loved one dying and living for yourself, how can you bear to let Comb repeat the mistakes of the past? ”

"......" is speechless.

She really deserves to be the first talented woman in Mochizuki City! How could Cong Ming not understand what his wife's words meant? This mouthful of a "husband" evokes affectionate money, but his heart hurts every time. He was her husband, but he loved other women; He was her husband, but he died for another woman. Because he loves him, he understands him; Because she understood him, she didn't persuade him, didn't scold him, and did the opposite, saying frankly that if he died, she would die with her sleeper. She wanted him to feel guilty, and wanted him, a righteous gentleman, to compromise for the righteousness in his heart and for the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. But, he has made up his mind—

"Let's go back! It's windy outside. ”

**

There is no moon tonight, the house in the shadow of the mountain is full of shadows, and the two red lanterns in front of the door symbolizing the festive taste of the Chinese New Year's Eve are like the eyes of monsters, waiting for the arrival of their prey for a moment.

It was this forest place that suddenly a white light swept by, and the red lantern fell to the ground along with the wooden door that had been split in half by the sword qi. One high and one low, two figures, one big and one small, raised their feet and entered the house.

Cong Ming was about to send a warm flower sculpture to his mouth, facing the visitors, his eyes were not raised, and his face was calm.

"Qing'er, the man in front of you covets your mother, stabs your father, and has a common enmity with you, do you know what to do?"

"Damn it!" The word "killing" is short and powerful, but it comes out of the mouth of a boy who is no more than twelve years old. He had a pair of eyes as dark as the night, and his pupils were as clear as the stars in the sky. A silver-haired adult man in white beside him was very eye-catching, with a pair of purple eyes that were extremely beautiful, but it made people shudder.

"Is he the child of Tianyue and Manro?" Cong Ming's voice was soft and soft. Slightly looking sideways at the boy, seeing the cold sword in his hand exuding a ghostly light, he couldn't help but smile in admiration, "It's rare to be able to control the Seven Star Dragon Yuan at such a young age!" Thanks to Mr. Mu's teaching, this child's martial arts will be above his father in the future! ”

"Brother Cong Ming is polite."

They are still called brothers, and they are free from the ferocity of hostility. Only, the candle flame flickered.

**

The comb in the inner room lifted the corner of the curtain, looking at this scene, and couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart. Isn't it okay to be a sleeper? Wouldn't even the life and death of him and her child be enough to stop him? If you know this, why bother to leave it to chance? Oh, it's cold!

She retreated to the bedside, sat down quietly, and caressed the little face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips of the girl on the bed...... Over and over again. Sleep has always been a good boy! Never cry, never cause trouble. Mi'er will grow up to be a beautiful embryo, her eyes as kind as her father's, and her eyebrows as thin and handsome as her. She will marry a good husband, will give her a lot of grandchildren, will ...... But—how she wanted to see it all with her own eyes! I'm sorry, Mian'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you!

Tears unconsciously overflowed his eyes, and with a "snap" sound dripped down Cong Mian's cheeks, followed the contours, and flowed into his mouth, salty and astringent.

"Mother, why are you crying?" A pair of small hands rose, about to touch the corners of her eyes, Ji Suruo hurriedly skimmed his face, wiped away his tears in a panic, covered her small mouth and said, "Good sleep!" Hide in the tank. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out, and you are not allowed to speak out! Got it? ”

Cong Mian moved his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something. But when he thought that he had always been a obedient and obedient child in front of people, he stopped talking.

Ji Soruo picked her up and hurriedly hid her in the kitchen tank. was determined to cover the plank, but the sleeve was pulled by the little hand, "Mother, Mian'er will wait here obediently, don't come out, don't make a sound." But, you must come back to pick up the sleeper! ”

She couldn't hold back her crying any longer, and gently covered the wooden plank, leaving only a little room to breathe, and staggered back inside. When I got to the bedside, I met a pair of big round eyes - it was this little beggar!

She was shocked and calculated.

Who is Mu Chunsheng? Can she hide this trick of self-deception from him? But, if someone is a stand-in for the sleeping child......

A little ruthlessness flashed in her gentle eyes. Don't blame her for being ruthless, I'm sorry!

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